Autographs!

I swallowed dryness. A bead of sweat ran down my brow. I can't look shy in front of my onlookers or else they will see it as weakness; something that could damage my reputation to all these people who look up to me. Particularly Scarlet. Why did it matter so much how I looked in front of her? I want these people to praise me so that she will praise me in kind.

Taking a silent breath, I undid the last button on my shirt exposing my navel. All the girls in the room shook with anticipation. I shrugged off the coat and shirt all at once; my muscles glistened from the sunlight beaming through the restaurant windows. One girl let out an approving whistle at my well-toned abs. Keeping my hands from trembling I unzipped my pants and then let them fall to the ground. There was cheers all around me. Stepping out of the rest of my clothing I was powerless to stop another blush from appearing on my face as I stood there in nothing but my skimpy speedo.

"Oooooh, sex-ay! Now that is a model for you!"

"Damn, look at that package! Did he stuff a sock in there?"

"Things are looking good back here as well," A girl with curly hair standing behind me commented. "I just want to squeeze those buns!"

My heart pounded as everyone took in the sight of me barely dressed.

"You know what we should do now? We should do autographs! To commemorate this occasion." Lyra pulled out a sharpie pen from her bag.

I turned to her my face still red. "You want me to sign autographs?"

"That would be neat," Dylan interjected producing a sharpie of her own "once your modeling career takes off I'm sure your signature will be worth a fortune but right now we don't want something that will let us remember you, we'll always remember you, we want to give you something that will help _you _remember us."

I stared questioningly at all of them. "Meaning?"

"All of us are going to take a turn signing your speedo, so our names will forever be hanging on your instrument of victory!" I suddenly got growing concerns for other _instruments _they were going to come in contact with.

Without missing a beat, Ingrid emerged from the crowd with her own sharpie and bent over to sign her name right by my hip bone. I was too surprised to stop her. "Being covered in letters will definitely make that sexy _thang _look even more stylish. Now everybody join in!"